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I’m writing these notes about halfway through the 2014 World Cup, and I can’t help wondering if anyone will have the slightest interest in seeing photos about a bunch of guys running around the streets of New York as they hit a small pink rubber ball with what looks like a broomstick. Indeed, the Wikipedia article on stickball (which you can find at en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stickball ) tells us that
"Stickball is a street game related to baseball, usually formed as a pick-up game played in large cities in the Northeastern United States, especially New York City and Philadelphia. The equipment consists of a broom handle and a rubber ball, typically a spaldeen, pensy pinky, high bouncer or tennis ball. The rules come from baseball and are modified to fit the situation, for example, a manhole cover may be used as a base, or buildings for foul lines. The game is a variation of stick and ball games dating back to at least the 1750s. This game was widely popular among youths growing up from the 20th century until the 1980s."
So, what I was photographing here was definitely not soccer; nor was it the more “traditional” American sport of baseball … and definitely not (American-style) football either. It’s a game of its own, though the particular game that I happened to watch and photograph was a variation typically referred to as “fungo” — where the batter tosses the ball into the air and hits it on the way down, or after one or more bounces.
Like many of the other really, really good days on my 1+ years of photo-walking in NYC, today’s experience was completely unexpected. I was trudging along 109th Street on Manhattan’s Upper East Side — and shortly after walking through a tunnel that supports the overhead train tracks carrying MetroNorth trains (and Amtrak/Acela, too, I guess) up and down Park Avenue to the final stopping point in Grand Central — I found myself at a corner that has come to be known as the “Stickball Hall of Fame Place,” at 109th Street and Third Avenue. Two different stickball games were underway, but I was reasonably safe as long as I stayed on the sidewalks. (If you’re interested in the Stickball Hall of Fame, check out this web site: northattan.com/2013/10/07/keeping-a-tradition-alive-in-ea... )
As I’ve learned, you can never tell when unexpected occasions like this will happen — and they may indeed happen only once a year. Most days out on the street with my camera are relatively blah; and many (like most of Manhattan's west side, especially the area from 57th Street down to 14th Street) are frustratingly unproductive. There are a few good days, and a few good shots — but a concentrated burst like today happens only on rare occasions …
Thus, when such occasions do occur, it's important to exploit them for every bit they’re worth. Thankfully I realized that today — and decided that I’d be happy to stay on that one street (109th, between 2nd and 3rd Avenue) for the entire afternoon. In particular, I made no effort whatsoever to leave quickly in order to walk 108th Street, too; after all, it will be there tomorrow (and the next day, and the day after that), whereas the photo opportunity may never come back again.
Fortunately, I was given the opportunity to meet some of the stickball players, chat with them, learn about their friends and relatives (several told me of starting to play the game with their own fathers, many years earlier) and offer to send them some photos (which, thus far, nobody has done). Maybe one of the reasons that I have not gotten involved with many NYC people on the street before is that I really wasn’t particularly interested in what they were doing, and there was no obvious way they could continue doing what they were doing without my being an obvious intrusion. Not so today …
In addition to the still photos, I took about a dozen video clips, though I didn’t actually think of doing so until roughly halfway through the photo episode. But in retrospect, it should have been obvious: it’s a sports-game, so it depend on motion; and the yelling, shouting, and overall noise is a very important part of the experience, too. So I finally started shooting short 10-20 second clips when each of the batters was about to wallop the ball, and then run on to first base …
I was tempted to go back to watch the game again next weekend, weather permitting; but I already had other commitments for those days, so it didn’t happen. Maybe 2 weeks from now, or 2 months … or whenever.
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This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing anything, walk both sides of the street.
That's all there is to it …
Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that's more than I'm willing to commit to at this point, and I'll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, actually, there's one more small detail: leave the photos alone for a month -- unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I actually focus on the first of these "every-block" photos, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side -- plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in NYC where I traditionally take photos. So I don't expect to be emotionally attached to any of the "every-block" photos, and hope that I'll be able to make an objective selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the criteria that I've used to select the small subset of every-block photos that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. First, I'll upload any photo that I think is "great," and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-friends will be, "I have no idea when or where that photo was taken, but it's really a terrific picture!"
A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I'm hoping that I'll take some photos that clearly say, "This is New York!" to anyone who looks at it. Obviously, certain landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I'm hoping that I'll find other, more unexpected examples. I hope that I'll be able to take some shots that will make a "local" viewer say, "Well, even if that's not recognizable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I know that that's New York!" And there might be some photos where a "non-local" viewer might say, "I had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/spectacular."
As for the sense of time: I remember wandering around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, stores, restaurants, and business establishments -- and then casually looking at the photos about five years later, and being stunned by how much had changed. Little by little, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you've been around as long as I have, it's even more amazing to go back and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, "Was it really like that back then? Seriously, did people really wear bell-bottom jeans?"
So, with the expectation that I'll be looking at these every-block photos five or ten years from now (and maybe you will be, too), I'm going to be doing my best to capture scenes that convey the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010's (I have no idea what we're calling this decade yet). Or maybe they'll just say to us, "This is what it was like a dozen years after 9-11".
Movie posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image; I've already taken a bunch, and I don't know if I'll ultimately decide that they're worth uploading. Women's fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I'm definitely not a fashion expert, I suspected that I'll be able to look at some images ten years from now and mutter to myself, "Did we really wear shirts like that? Did women really wear those weird skirts that are short in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?"
Another example: I'm fascinated by the interactions that people have with their cellphones out on the street. It seems that everyone has one, which certainly wasn't true a decade ago; and it seems that everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious attention riveted on this little box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about anything else that might be going on (among other things, that makes it very easy for me to photograph them without their even noticing, particularly if they've also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a phone conversation). But I can't help wondering whether this kind of social behavior will seem bizarre a decade from now … especially if our cellphones have become so miniaturized that they're incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted directly into our eyeballs.
Oh, one last thing: I've created a customized Google Map to show the precise details of each day's photo-walk. I'll be updating it each day, and the most recent part of my every-block journey will be marked in red, to differentiate it from all of the older segments of the journey, which will be shown in blue. You can see the map, and peek at it each day to see where I've been, by clicking on this link
URL link to Ed's every-block progress through Manhattan
If you have any suggestions about places that I should definitely visit to get some good photos, or if you'd like me to photograph you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me directly at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block ...
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okay nvm my cat ate him... I'm a terrible parent
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Any advice would be gatfully accepted As my flamin neck is killing me viewing +reading at this angle - hee-hee
Sooo..... I have made a Lego version of him, but then I saw this pic, and thought, should I make the snowy/damage effect? I need your guys' help. Thanks!!!! :D
Rowan helped his Grandpa put up shelving in his office space. He got to use a level and a power drill. He loved helping Grandpa!
This volunteer, with the help of Imagine Rescue, pulled me from a NYC shelter hours before I was scheduled to be euthanized due to overcrowding.
I wrote this today. This is not a rant. This post is very long. If you have the patience I think you will like it. If you don't... I understand. I do this shit for me anyway. There will be swearing. Not to much, but a little.
10/17/2023 Pattio’s Birthday
The ballad of Light and Darkness... Written By open your eyes.
A man, an anonymous man, found himself deep, deep, deep in a hole. He had no idea how he had gotten there. He woke up and he was in a hole. There was no obvious way out. He tried climbing the sides… no luck. He could not jump high enough. There was nothing in the hole that would help him get out.
The anonymous man, consumed by his powerlessness, started yelling, hoping someone would hear and help him out of the deep, deep, deep hole of darkness he had found himself in. He yelled and he yelled. When he thought he had no voice he yelled some more.
When he he could yell no more, he blinked, a head could be seen in the light, at the top of the hole. Until that moment he did not know there was light. But there it was. He wanted that light, more than anything. But That light was out of his grasp.
The man, with the head, said he was a doctor and could help him find the light. He doctored and he doctored. No amount of doctorin got the man out of the hole. The doctor got tired and went home to his doctor family.
More yelling… more hopelessness and then another head pops out. This head told the anonymous man that he was a therapist. Therapists knew a lot and could help people out of holes, into the light. He therapized and he therapized until he had no more therapy in him. The anonymous man was still stuck in the darkness. The therapist got tired and went home to his therapist family.
More yelling… more hopelessness and then another head. Could this be the answer? Maybe this talking head had the answer. This feller was a preacherman. We all know that the preacherman help people out of the darkness and into the light every blessed day. He told the anonymous man all he had to do was listen. He would fix his problem and the only thing that would be left, when he was done, was sweet, sweet light. The preacherman prayed, danced, yelled. The preacherman mixed in a little fire and brimstone and petitioned to God to save this anonymous man. NOTHIN! The only thing that happened was that the preacherman told the anonymous man it must be his damn fault, his moral character, was why he was stuck in the hole. Frustrated and tired the preacherman went home to his preacherman family.
The anonymous man found that his hopelessness was unbearable. He did what he always did. There was no hope, only darkness. Some of us that have been in that hole know exactly what the anonymous man always did to get what he always got. Some may say it was insanity. But it was all the anonymous man could remember.
Heads would pop out of the darkness and try to save the anonymous man to no avail. Everyone failed. They all knew what the anonymous man should do except the anonymous man. They were all talking in a language that the anonymous man just could not understand no matter how hard he tried. He wanted to understand, he wanted to live in light but could not take that first step.The anonymous man finally stopped looking up and decided he would live in his darkness because it was comfortable and was all he deserved.
So much time passed that the anonymous man had no idea how long he lived in darkness, in that hole. Time passes fast and slow when you are in the dark. Time makes no sense when time is consumed by darkness. Time needs light to be effective. Hope had been given up a long time ago. The abyss was now familiar and the only home the anonymous man knew. The anonymous man lost all knowledge of light.
Sitting in the darkness, no hope, all alone, the anonymous man thought he might of heard a noise. HMM... It was not that familiar noise of someone offering their own solution to get him out of the hole. None of those solutions worked. Them thar people had good intentions but had no idea how to help the anonymous man out of his hole. They thought they knew better and judged the anonymous man for getting in the hole in the first place. They knew better than to jump in a hole of darkness. The anonymous man was doomed.
WTF… WAS THAT NOISE? This was a new noise. The anonymous man decided that he may want to look up. He tilted his head, it had been years since he looked up. He saw eyes peaking out of light.… He forgot there was light up at the top of his hole. Was this the eyes of a man or a women? What did these eyes want? They seemed kind. It really did not matter anymore. Talking heads were talking heads. The hole was his home.
The person in the light yelled down at the anonymous man in the hole… “For Fucks sake… What are you doing down in that hole”? The anonymous man was positive he had never heard that question before and before the anonymous man could think he heard himself yelling… “I don’t know, I woke up here in darkness and I can’t get out!!!! This is my home. I have tried everything. No one seems to be able to help.”
Then the anonymous man heard a commotion, lots of noise, then blackness for a moment, then the anonymous man was drowning in beautiful light. Light like he had never seen before. The hole had lit up. The anonymous man could see his surroundings. The anonymous man realized next to him there was a shuffling. There in the shadows a person stood up and dusted themselves off. The anonymous man could see a face, a kind face, a face full of empathy. The anonymous man was dazed and confused, having no idea what was happening. All this time no one had come in the hole to join him in the darkness. This was madness.
The anonymous man yelled at this new empathetic person… “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NOW WE ARE BOTH STUCK IN THIS damn hole!!!!”
The empathetic person looked at him and said “Don’t worry I have been in this hole… I know this darkness. This was my darkness a long time ago. I have been looking for another living in this darkness. I know the way, the way out. I can help you help yourself out of this darkness and into your own personal light. It is your choice. “
Tears streaked the anonymous man’s face… What is happening he thought? Saying to the empathetic person… ”Really? I gave up hope so long ago. I thought I would be here in darkness all my days. Light was something I only remember in old stories. You seem to have brought the light with you?
“Naah… That is my light light. Now it is our light. Together we will find your light. Use my light till you have found your own personal light. My light is hope. Your light is life" the empathetic person responded.
"It is not as hard as it looks. It ain’t easy but it is simple. Do what I do, Put one foot in front of the other and take one step at a time.” Together, The anonymous man and the empathetic person climbed out of darkness.
As a light team these two traveled. They found countless others in the same holes of their own making, the same darkness. They thought at first, they were alone. But four eyes can see much better than two. Together, these two light beings, helped others find their personal light. More and more walked in light and these light beings spent the rest of their days helping others find their own light out of the darkness until everybody consumed by the darkness knew there was a way out, into the light, if they so choose.
To find light you have to choose. Everyone has advice to help you out of your darkness. You will find lots and lots of advice to find a way out from people that are stuck in their own darkness. These well-intentioned individuals believe they know what is best for you. They don’t… They may know what is best for them but not you. They may find their answers through their experiences and then believing they know what is best for you.. Their answers are most likely not your answer out of darkness unless they have had the same experiences you have that gotcha in the darkness in the first place. What works for one is not a blanket answer for all. We are all individuals.
Find someone with experience, experience with your particular form of darkness that now live in the light. They live in the light due to experience and their actions, not the actions or experience of others that have not been there. They know the way out because they have been in the same hole you are in. Advice is cheap with no power that can find true light. Experience, real knowledge is everything.
Thank you, peoples that have helped me, out of my darkness. I love this time of year. At Halloween we remember the darkness. We don’t live there anymore, we live in light. We have a new address. We laugh at the darkness. We stand hand in hand, and We look at the darkness without fear. We spit at the darkness… We say to the darkness never again…. NEVER AGAIN!!!! The monsters only have power when we give it to them. Face the fear and most of the time you are looking at yourself.
In the words of my friend Gandalf… “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!.
Japanese exclusive? The seller didn't know but it is pictured in my newer Japan Barbie book underneath the Japanese Version of Candy Striper Volunteer and by itself - I can't read Japanese, so I can't verify 100% if it was made by Mattel, since it is not tagged. The snap does not look like a Mattel snap. Any notions on its origin and value? It seems crisp and unplayed with. I'm thinking I may resell it for Christmas money if it's very valuable...LOL
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the courageous protests of hundreds of thousands of monks and civilians
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For those of us who care deeply about Burma, these are exhilarating times, but terrifying too. The military junta has threatened to take action if protests continue, and reports from inside Burma already indicate that the military is getting ready to flex its muscle and
begin attacks on protesters.
From the sidelines, the best that we can do is to keep the momentum of this movement alive. There is a real chance for change in Burma, but we need to keep the pressure on.
I know Burma might not be your issue, but today, please make it yours. There are several easy things you can do. If possible, do them right away.
Please extend your support by joining here and upload Red pics to create awareness
This pic was taken at Chinese garden and i had no intetion of uploading this till i stumbled upon this community trhough my flicker friend Lotte Hjorth's photo titled: barred
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Camera Pentax K-5
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LLevo dias dando vueltas a esta foto, no consigo dar una edición queme convenza, he hecho 100 ediciones diferentes y no hay maner :(
¿alguien quiere probar?
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at the Open Day at Old Oak Common TMD on 18.08.91.
Reggie Railways 37425 arrives at Sheffield working the Thursdays once a month 1Q50 Derby RTC - Doncaster West Yard.
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All the Catholic outdoor chapels that I have seen in Manitoba have been appealing in some way although they have differed markedly. In addition to the charming name of this one, which is so appropriate in the current period, I especially liked the decorative iron fence.
Okay, so I was playing around with my BrickArms today, and I noticed that my Bronze HSB is a deeper, richer tone of Bronze than my production Bronze, which looks a bit faded when compared. The picture isn't that good, but you can kinda tell the HSB is darker.
Also, does anyone know what version of Phaser that is?
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